Space travel is boring..

Been sorta restless. Itching to do something. To create. To get down and dirty and fully immerse myself in something grand. Problem is that while the will is strong, the inspiration is weak. I pick up a pencil and doodle. That's all I can seem to put out are an endless supply of idiotic doodles. I'm trying to not get impatient or irritable about it, but that feeling is there in the background. I used to draw, paint, and/or sculpt for hours a day, every day. Now, months can go by without even a doodle. So I should be glad that I'm at least doodling, right?

I've been looking at the works of various favorite artists. I'm hoping my muse will come to me through them. Instead I just gape in awe at the wonderful things they created. I can waste hours just staring like this. I don't get much accomplished that way, but it is a fun way to whittle away at the time. I'm still a total art geek/snob.

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I found something cool today in the news. Italian scientists found a way to reconstruct a 3,000 year-old Egyptian mummy using 3-D x-ray imaging. I'm still amazed at what science can do.

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Countdown: 5 days!